Author's Note - Yay, here's a new chapter. I love reviewers. Um.. Random fact - Krum's friend Dimitri Mendeleev is named after the guy that invented the periodic table.A little reminder: this is still dedicated to the Moo, as I never would have posted this without her. And a BIG reminder: everyone who reads this please review. Okay, right, I'll stop babbling and you can just go on and read it. Have fun!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the plot.
The Secret Diary of Viktor Krum
Dimitri is poking me. He says that they're about to draw the names out of the Goblet. He reckons mine'll be one of them. I can't understand why the rest of the world thinks I'm so special. I mean, I'm good at Quidditch, yes, but nothing else. "No," I tell Dimitri, "it'll be you, not me."
The Goblet spits out a fragment of parchment. Could it be the same scrap of paper I put my name on? He's about to read the name, holding the paper in the light of the flames so he can see the writing.
"The champion for Durmstrang will be," he proclaims, "Viktor Krum."
Wow! It's me. I can't believe it! It can't be me. I'd better stop here and go up.
The Secret Diary of Dean Thomas
I gave up on giving up on diaries. We know who's in the Tournament now. Krum was called out first. Ron leapt to his feet, applauding to the extent that I thought his hands would drop off. "No surprises there!" Ron shouted. Krum was congratulated by a whole load of people as he made his way though the door behind the staff table.
I have a bet with Seamus: he's bet me a chocolate frog that the champions'll be the pretty French girl, Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory and Harry. I was like, "Hang on Seamus, that's four," but we made the bet anyway.
The next one was Fleur Delacour, for Beauxbatons. "It's her, Ron!" Harry yelled.
"That's the one I meant," said Seamus. Several of the Beauxbatons girls broke into fits of sobbing.
"Meant what?" I asked.
"That's the pretty French girl."
Finally, the Hogwarts champion: "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore declared.
"Three out of three!" Seamus yelled in my ear, grinning. "Didn't I say it? Krum, the pretty French girl and a wanker from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw!"
I laughed. "Maybe you do have, like, the Inner Eye or something. Maybe Trelawney was right." That reminds me: I have to ask Seamus what's with the whole 'I kissed Krum' business.
So anyway, that was good; we had our three champions. Suddenly, though, the Goblet took it into its head – not that it has one – to give us another name. Dumbledore took the last piece of parchment and stared at it as the hall fell into silence. "Harry Potter."
There were several long moment of silence. I looked around. Just about every one had a different expression. Some were angry, some puzzled; Harry was white with shock. Seamus had a very odd expression on his face. "Four," he whispered to me as hushed talk started to spread round the hall. "I knew it." At this point, I recognised the look on his face: it was the look Trelawney gets on those rare occasions when she actually makes a correct prediction. Like he really did know. Like he's actually had the Inner Eye all these years – well, this year and last year and probably before we even started doing Divination – and said nothing. Okay, that's just a weird thought. Forget that; he just guessed lucky. Maybe he just thinks like a Goblet. However he knew, it means I owe him a chocolate frog.
Harry, though. Harry in the Triwizard Tournament. It's like Harry's cursed with some curse that makes things like this happen to him. Seamus had it perfectly when he said "That stuff just seems to happen to Harry."
